“Ta clear me head. Especially after it rains, I love de scent of de damp earth and when dat rainbow appears I feel rapt. The storms out here are terrible. But der is truly a calm after da storm when a rainbow ‘appens.”
Dave scratched his beard. “I always wondered why such a lovely event occurred. Da scientific expla’tion of refracted light or someden’ like dat, never feels to me like I’m gettin’ da full deal.”
Jaron laughed. “You neva heard da story of Noah, mister well-read.”
“Yeah, a long time ago. Da rainbow was a promise ta never destroy da earth again by flood. But I always thought, there are worse ways ta go dan by drowning.” Dave shook his head and sighed.
“What were ya thinkin’? Fire, volcanoes, earth quakes or worse?”
Dave shrugged. “I prefer nat ta think about it. Besides we’re nat talking about a rainbow anymore jus’ da end of ta earth. Revelations, I think.”
Jaron pulled out a cool six pack from the trunk of his car. He tossed a can to Dave. “I think right now I jast prefer ta look at dat rainbow and focus on hope. Whatever comes will come but better dat I don’t know about it or dat I’m already dead.”
For OctPoWriMo Day 23 the Prompt is on the Greek Mythology tale of Iris the Godess or Rainbows and Arke her twin sister and what is the message of their tale. I’m combining this with the Tale Weavers prompt making sense of nonsense, using the nonsensical word cloppsright from Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.
” Jessica look-up at the windmill,” Caleb yelled pointing above their house.
“I’m looking, where is it?” Jessica said seeing nothing.
“How can you not see it?” Caleb asked. “The windmills gigantic.”
Caleb grabbed his big-sister’s hand: “We’re going to go inside the windmill Jessica, then you’ll see it’s real.” Jessica gave Caleb a baffled look as he appeared to be miming opening a heavy door.
Then something strange happened, Jessica was able to see what was behind the door. To both siblings delight, the windmill contained another world. There were shops selling odd wares and clothing, apothecaries selling elixirs, and coffee shops filled with human-like creatures. These human-like creatures had eyes and hair in every colour of the rainbow.
A woman with purple eyes peered at Jessica and Caleb. She smiled at the children.”Welcome, I’m Viola, you must be the new children –the humans gifted with magic. Come I will take you to your new home. Your education has begun.”
Jessica and Caleb followed Viola; they never looked back.
1.Flags fluttering multicolour and multicultural in the breeze; there is a feeling of hope in the air for refugees coming to this country to escape terrorism and a terrible life in their home countries; so many have come seeking a new life and to escape the horror that was life back where they were from; many people wonder at the luxuries afforded in the western world, even the multicoloured flags seem extravagent, yet strangely exciting.
2. Jas looks at all the colourful bright flags with ecstatic joy; wearing bright colours where he lives means you are more likely to get shot; Jas feels the warm fleece of his red sweatshirt and grins, he loves the colour red, the colour of hope, life, and love; Jas loves all the colours of the flags, he wants clothing in every colour because in this country he is free — no one will kill him for his love of freedom and vibrancy.
3. A woman with a hijab stares up at the flags, all in primary and secondary colours. Where she is from the women wear black, the coloured flags are bright for her eyes but she is quickly growing used to their beautiful rainbow look as they flap like clothing on a clothes line; the woman fingers her hijab wondering if Allah would be upset if she wore a hijab in a jewel blue, or lapis luzia blue; she doesn’t say her thought aloud but the amount of colour in this new country is making her dream and hope, if only for the luxury to wear blue.